We have a visitor this weekend–she came last weekend too and will probably be with us next weekend as well.
That might seem like pushing your luck as a house guest….
Since she doesn’t have any choice in the matter, “pushing your luck” doesn’t come into it!
The “she” in question is, of course, the adorable mite of a kitten featured in a recent post.
A calico–mixed fawn and black–with a black smudge on her lower lip that suggests she’s been sucking on a lump of coal.
She’s grown a little since last week.
Here she is taking a siesta on an exceptionally hot afternoon.
Her name is Fleur, though the French call a cat with this coloring an isabelle. I haven’t found out why.
We are in love!
Sadly for us though, she belongs to Flo, our oldest French friend and neighbor.
Flo drives to the Mediterranean at the weekends to help her husband selling fishing tackle on the coast.
Two hours in a hot car–not good for kittens–so we have a weekend guest.
Fleur is feisty, always curious, with intelligent eyes asking questions–and hoppity-hop.
She crouches and jumps–does the cat sideways rush and plays tomboy with our youngest cat, Midnight.
He’s delighted to shed–for a moment–the “Junior” tag.
They race across the courtyard, then tumble together, all squeals.
“Gently now–she’s just a kitten!”
Such fun to hide behind a flower pot, swishing your tail, waiting for Midnight.
This weekend though she’s out of luck.
Midnight–poor lad–is ill and not up for japes. He’s been curled up on a chair for a couple of days.
Must be something he ate–a lizard, perhaps*.
Fleur had a quieter time this trip.
Just as well, it’s getting hot again after a few days respite–rain even.
Ben was pleased–he’s finding her playfulness irksome–and absents himself at the end of the garden.
Flo knows we’re hooked and helped the parting last weekend with a suggestion.
“We’ll let Fleur have one litter of kittens and you shall have first choice.”
On verra dans un an….[We’ll see in a year….]
Meantime we look forward to Fridays.
By the way, today is International Cat Day! (No kidding!)
*Since I wrote this Midnight paid a visit to the vet and was treated for a high temperature. Youngster that he is, he has bounced back. Fleur is delighted.